Bukkake Diaries 2: Depraved Mercy

byNomDeClavier©

In my minds eye, I could see myself while I came and another guy stepped in, hands around my waist, to take my convulsing cunt. I imagined how used I looked with a cock in my mouth and pussy, how obviously and naturally my body enjoyed every degrading load jerked over my back and into my hair. After a few sloppy strokes in my pussy, I felt the cum-lubed cock slide out and press into my already stretched asshole. His balls slapped against my snatch until they tightened and pumped semen into my rear. The guy in my mouth began to spurt at the same moment. Another guy slapped his hard cock against my face from the other side. Yet another wrapped his dick in my skirt, which sat high across my waist, soaking the wool plaid in sticky whiteness. A second orgasm gripped my body.

I could not count as guys took me and came, one after another. There were too many. My thought processes also ground to a halt as base impulses took control. In a short while, though, cum soaked into every inch of fabric I had on and coated the backside of my body from my wrists to ankles. It matted my hair and plastered the sides of my face.

Eventually, I started to weaken and cramp from my posture and the restraints. My inner thighs trembled with fatigue and the rushing adrenaline could only mask this so much. Just as I reached my limit, I felt experienced hands working my restraints and repositioning my body. Someone had placed a padded bench with one of the short sides against the pillar. My cum soaked clothes were torn from me. Then I was lain on my back with my head towards the pole. My legs, still forced wide by a spreader bar, were lifted back towards my head and hooked by my ankles, along with my wrists, into the wooden post.

My pussy and asshole now raised high to form vessels into which countless cocks deposited their loads. They filled to the brim and then splashed over as anonymous cocks plunged deep, displacing their pearly contents. Cum spilled from my uplifted holes down my body, pooling in crevasses in the folded flesh of my belly and under my tits. Occasionally it dripped directly onto my face, falling through empty space for a distance before splattering my forehead or outstretched tongue. A steady stream of guys also jerked onto my tits and face from the side. I felt entirely drenched.

My blindfold had slipped enough when I changed positions to let me see a sliver out from under the bottom. I could mostly see just my belly and tits along with the sheets of cum that covered them. I sometimes caught a glimpse of a straining cock, slick with precum, worked by an urgent hand. And sometimes I could see off into the mass of agitated, excited men in the risers. I couldn't see individuals. Just an uncountable mob clustered in groups around the feminine silhouettes of kneeling fluffers. They provided the foreplay. I provided the gratification. Seeing this made my role unmistakable. I was a cumdump.

The crowd worked me through several positions over what felt like hours until I was kneeling in a pool of cum on the floor with my wrists bound to the post. My world had become nothing but sound, taste, tactile sensation, and a tiny sliver of sight. All my senses produced pleasure in that moment. My cumlust was inescapable.

I whimpered from exhaustion and an overwhelming awareness of my uncontrollable appetite. The cum slathering my body in thick sheets made my skin tingle excitedly despite my fatigue. So did the cheers of approval from the crowd, which had apparently run its course and finished. I could see the damage from underneath my blindfold. It was worse than any porn I had seen. I writhed in solitary ecstasy, though surrounded by men.

That's also when I saw the stiletto heeled boots again.

Mercy spoke playfully, "Nice work, very nice work gentlemen." Her audience laughed appreciatively and applauded.

"I must say I'm tempted to leave her here," she went on, "just to preserve such a perfect scene." I felt Mercy's riding crop again caressing the cum covered curves of my tits, flicking lightly at my nipples. When Mercy lifted the riding crop away, I found myself hoping she would lick it like a lollypop as she had done before. But I couldn't see.

"One last test," I heard Mercy say, before dropping something metallic into the puddle of cum on the floor between my kneeling thighs.

"That's the key, kitten," she spoke to me, "you'll have lick it up if you ever want out of those cuffs."

I could feel the familiar thrill of humiliation flush in my cheeks. I heard encouragement from the crowd mixed with degradation. I didn't think twice about what to do, but it was the filthiness of the act rather than the prospect of getting out that motivated me most in that moment.

I strained in my cuffs to get into position before bending forward. I held my ass in the air, which still dripped cum. I pressed my lips into the pool of cum on the tiled floor and salty musk flooded my nostrils. I dragged my tongue through the jizzy mess while dirty names rained from the crowd: spunkslut, jizzwhore, cumrag. A few minutes passed before I found the key, taking a mouthful of cum as I slurped it off the floor. Holding the key in my tired lips, I struggled to unlock my remaining restraints and collapsed on the sloppy floor. I laid there in a near dream-state for several minutes, my senses overwhelmed, and stroked my cummy pussy.

Mercy spoke, "Impressive--it takes quite the filthy cumslut to manage that task. And look at her, the poor thing's still horny, isn't she?" I heard agreement and approval from the crowd.

From the bottom of my blindfold I saw Mercy's heels approaching until they straddled my hips. My relaxed slit-stroking became more urgent. I could sense the authority in Mercy's physical presence above me. It made me feel powerless and needy. I felt the familiar stroke of her riding crop along my belly, lapping my cum coated skin like a leather tongue. Mercy used the riding crop to scoop jizz into my mouth while I fingered deeper and more furiously into my cum-slick hole. The image of myself writhing on a sperm-soaked floor while Mercy spoon fed me cum flashed in my mind's eye. Even though I was free of my restraints, I again felt bonded by something even stronger: inescapable identity.

Mercy stopped shoveling cum onto my panting tongue and I felt a damp warmth over my face in its place. I caught just the tiniest glimpse of an inner thigh and a silky labia, which lowered until I tasted pussy for the first time. I licked instinctively. Her her fleshy musk mixed intoxicatingly with the taste of semen still fresh in my mouth. It goaded me on. As my tongue licked and probed I felt the velvet of her corset crushed against my body, no doubt ruined by cum at this point. Her fingernails firmly but tenderly gripped my asscheeks, which were sore from fucking. Then waves of ecstasy rolled over me as I felt her expert tongue flattened against my throbbing clit. After a few long strokes, her tongue stiffed and dove into the cum sloppy mess of my cunt. She cooed words of encouragement in a half-nurturing, half-mocking tone, striking the perfect balance for a humiliated cumslut starving for acceptance. For a while, our bodies writhed together, taking turns tensing in one gentle orgasm after another at the coaxing of each other's tongue. I entered a state of deep relaxation and belonging.

Soon, I felt feminine hands pull my blindfold over my head. Mercy stood up, using my leash to bring me with her. The dim light didn't reveal much detail, but I could see that the room had emptied. Not too much time could have passed, though, since the last layers of cum on my body were still warm. Still, in that moment I had no sense of time.

Mercy stood before me and smiled warmly, lust in her eyes. Her chin dripped with cum from my pussy, which ran down her cleavage and over her already cum-matted velvet corset. I pulled my jizz-coated hair from my face and appreciated what a sopping mess I was. Every inch of me shined with spunk, except for my darkened cum-soaked knee-high socks. As I had the week before, I noticed cameras trained on the cum-wrecked spot I had spent the evening. I shivered.

Mercy giggled in the softer tone I recognized from the porn shop the week before, "Do you have any idea how many guys that was?" I blushed, having no idea. Mercy just grinned knowingly in response.

Mercy led me from the room by the leash. I walked through the halls of the former high school building, which had come alive. I had arrived mid-afternoon, but it must have been late into the evening at that point. Attractive, well-dressed men and women stared in lust and amusement as we walked. Though I could tell that we were no surprise. As we passed, I could hear debaucherous sounds--moaning, screaming, and leather snapping against skin--from behind the blackened windows of once silent classrooms.

On the top floor of the building we arrived at what felt like a luxury hotel room, converted from an old classroom. Mercy took me inside.

"I figured you'd need a place to crash again, Jane," Mercy spoke soothingly, "So I hope this suits you." Her deference felt foreign after having spent the past several hours as a devoted cumdoll. I gave a timid nod and stood obediently, while she removed my collar and leash. Mercy then leaned in to tenderly press her salty lips against mine.

"Absolutely beautiful, Jane," she said and lightly spanked my ass, "I hope you know how much you meant to everyone tonight. Now rest up. We'll get you a ride home in the morning." Mercy slinked from the room, nearly naked and a slight cum-mess herself. She closed the door and I flopped onto the bed.

My eyelids weighed heavily as I lightly massaged cum into my skin, replaying my sensory memories of what had happened and trying to imagine what everything looked like. As I drifted into sleep, I noticed a garment bag draped over a chair across the room. On the table next to the chair was a jewelry box. A white business card leaned against it. I knew instantly what it meant. I smiled faintly, hoping Elise had been to this place. Then, I closed my eyes and slept.

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